A few days later, several white pears were secretly transported from the south gate to the Tangli Palace.

That night, Yang Jieyun was taken to the courtyard of a palace by Xuan'er in a daze. There are no palace people holding lamps in the courtyard, only the sparse light from a few lanterns, and the specific appearance of the courtyard cannot be seen clearly.

"Niangniang, you wait here for a while, and the slave will retire first." Xuan'er smiled ambiguously and retreated.

Yang Jieyun was a little stunned, and with the flickering light in the courtyard, she walked to the middle step by step. When she reached the middle position, the courtyard suddenly brightened, and dozens of everlasting lights were released into the air, lighting up the night. In front of me were several white pear trees, with several small lanterns of different shapes hanging on them, as well as Western gadgets that I had accidentally seen in the Shanggong Bureau before. She stepped forward slowly, touched one of the lanterns, and could see a letter hanging inside, which read, "May Jie'er's heart be won't be separated."

Suddenly, the sound of the piano came from nowhere, accompanied by the music played by the bamboo flute, and they converged in the silence of the night. A babbling stream was at Yang Jieyun's feet, and there were lotus lanterns floating on the stream.

Yang Jieyun was a little teary-eyed, she looked around, looking forward to the appearance of her most beloved person.

In the next second, Li Mingsheng took a picked white pear and walked over on the stream.

"Brother Sheng......" Yang Jieyun couldn't help but miss deeply in her heart anymore, and rushed towards her Langjun.

Li Mingsheng handed the white pear in his hand to Yang Jieyun: "Jie'er, I'm sorry for you, I shouldn't have said those words to stimulate you." ”

Yang Jieyun shed tears and took the initiative to kiss Li Mingsheng's thin lips, representing her thousand words with her actions.

"Brother Sheng, Jie'er didn't blame you, Jie'er was just blaming herself." After a long time, Yang Jieyun let go of Li Mingsheng and said.

"Jie'er doesn't need to blame herself, I promise you that I will never argue with you again in the future." Li Mingsheng gently held Yang Jieyun's hands.

A gust of summer breeze blew gently, blowing off the white pear petals on the tree and scattering them on the shoulders of the two of them.

"Jie'er, I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated." Li Mingsheng looked at Yang Jieyun's eyes.

Yang Jieyun seemed to have returned to Pingde for fifteen years, the year she had just married Li Mingsheng, they sat side by side, under the white pear tree in the courtyard, and whispered.

"So you still remember, Brother Sheng, you still remember." Yang Jieyun cried with joy.

"Jie'er, no matter what, you have to remember that I only care about you in my heart. Even if I don't give much, I will give you the best. Promise me that you will not be angry with me in the future. Li Mingsheng hugged Yang Jieyun and said.

Yang Jieyun nodded: "The concubine believes in Brother Sheng, and the concubine will definitely not be angry with Brother Sheng in the future." ”

"Then you must not go back, or I will not coax you anymore." Li Mingsheng said with a smile.

Yang Jieyun was embarrassed: "Well, the concubine won't regret it." ”

Both of them were immersed in joy, and no one would have thought that Li Mingsheng's words would come true soon after.

"Come, I'll show you the writing on those little lanterns!" Li Mingsheng took Yang Jieyun to the bottom of the tree, looked at the lanterns shaking on the tree, and the two smiled sweetly.

The evening breeze blew gently again, the sound of the piano in the distance was still playing, the stream was still murmuring, and the two people under the white pear tree hugged each other tightly, enjoying this unquiet night.